Suddenly, Bakura grabbed his blonde partner-in-crime's shoulders and pulled him closer. He pressed his mouth firmly against Marik's and forced his tongue inside before Marik even had a clue what was going on.
The blonde thought to pull away, this wasn't exactly what he'd planned to do with Bakura today, but for some reason he found himself unable to stop himself kissing back. He snaked his arm's around the British boy and under his blue and white striped tee-shirt. He touched the soft skin of Bakura's back and felt him shiver slightly as his fingers ran up and down his spine. Marik then noticed that Bakura had released his shoulders and was now slowly moving his hands down towards Marik's belt buckle...
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